Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

Wetfoot nods and mumbles something incoherent as he squirms in Garn's glare. Meanwhile, the Dockmaster's basket squeaks back up to the upper story. A small hand darts out and extracts the note. The basket swings back and forth in the breeze a moment while nothing happens.

A few moments later, there's a loud voice, barking something unintelligible above and the sound of a door or trapdoor slamming. After a moment, there's the rhythmic sound of someone quickly running down a long series of wooden steps. Finally, the door at the bottom of the tower is thrown open, and a young girl thrusts her head through the crack.

"He says 'prove it.'"
 

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"!@#$ing prove it." Garn snarls "We've got his @#$ing knife. I've got his @#$ing blood on my boots. The Watch has @#$ing confirmed it and have the body. Aks Captain @#$ing Saltbeard or any of his @#$ing squad. Now stop jerking us around, bust out some good whiskey, and let us the !@#$ up. We killed the !@#$er."
 




"Doesn't matter what I'm known as as long as my name description is out of it."

As the Dockmaster's girl runs down Ada looks around. "We have that scythe the muttering mage is leaning against. We didn't think to do much more with the bastard after we burned him. But if you let us in, we can explain what we did if a knife or long blade isn't answer enough."
 


Vanden raises an eyebrow at Ada's description of him as a "muttering mage", but passes the scythe over to the little girl. "Be careful with that- it is a very dangerous weapon. I should like it back when the Dockmaster is done looking it over. To give to the Sisters."

[sblock=ooc]I don't think the Watch commander gave back the journals, did he? I checked over the messages and it wasn't mentioned, but I'm assuming he probably hung onto them as evidence.[/sblock]
 

Garn turns to Maugra "Wasn't that wavy knife his? Ogremock's corrupted Fane, the old Longcoat's cutter wasn't it? @#$%ing ritual killer undead magic user. Smashed his risen bones too. Whatever, the big slasher should do."
 

The little girl ignores Garn -- and the furiously scribbling Wetfoot -- and peers at Vanden. She takes the scythe and makes a scissoring motion with her fingers.

"You're ... with ... the Sisters of Silence, then?"
 

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